Poetry of a trying girl.

There We Are.

Sometimes I miss you. Only on those lazy days where I would have texted you pictures of me laying around, just so you'd respond with that giant smile of yours. I'd ask what you were doing, honestly I never cared; I really liked seeing your face when you talked about your day.

I don't miss you on days where my brain can't dig through the files of our relationship; like if I'm with friends or studying. To be frank, rarely will my brain
have a hiccup, but when it does my heart yearns to make you smile again, to replay your laugh on loop. And there you are, laughing in my memory.

I know you probably don't care much for me anymore, you probably don't think about me yet it's okay, I honestly don't care! But sometimes, just sometimes, when you laugh with me, smile bright, and call me by my name, I like to think your brain had it's hiccup, my laugh on replay in your memory. And- oops there I am.